My legs turned to liquid and I could hardly walk. After many months of snooping and patient waiting, could it be my dream was about to come true? Was ... finally going to see a guy fucking my wife in my own house?I took off my shoes and slowly made my way towards our bedroom. I paused at the top of the stairs, afraid to peek in, because I didn't want to be seen. I knew instinctively, that if I were seen, Kathy and whomever she was with would cease their actions and I would miss out on one of my. I often wondered if he had set me up as a diversion to draw their attention away from his hiding spot in Rhodes.Only last summer I was informed by an old friend who worked both sides of the street that the Moscow bunch was fully aware of my innocence in Stavros's duplicity and dismissed me as a small time player in the cut-throat world of international arms dealing. I breathed a sigh of relief because I already had more enemies than I would like to have.Patricia was enthralled with the luxury. To my surprise, the husband took the corner seat and the wife sat between me and her husband. Of course, there were the hand-rests separating our seats which acted as a boundary, but this never happens. A man never leaves his wife to be seated next to a stranger, definitely not in India.Anyways, we all settled down. After a few minutes, the bus started to leave and it was about 10.30 pm. My left hand was on the arm-rest to my left and I had my eyes closed and listening to my playlist.After. Janice tried to close her legs, she could not, she tried to free her arms and again found she could not. Colin had tied Nina up in a similar fashion.Janice watched as Wayne picked up a vibrator and approach her she smiled, it was going to be a good night.SaturdayThe room was large, very large it must be able to accommodate well over a hundred people I thought. Soft pale green lighting illuminated the whole space, the walls were covered in large, brightly painted murals depicting couples and.